Razor

You said I was mad, you said I'm insane
You said It couldn't be done
You want me to lose, you want me to die
Don't wont me to ruin your fun
I'm making a stand, I'm taking a chance
I'm living the dreams I had
I've got my own rules, and I'll decide
If they're good or if they're bad
Live fast, die young
If you stand in my way, if you get in my face
You'll meet the real me
If you're bringing me down, if you're pissing me off
You'll be shocked at what you see
I'II write it in blood, I'II pull out my blade
I'II carve it into your chest
And it will appear, the message clear
I am the Pugilist
Emotional stress, you've put me through